Don’t mind us! Just going back to Dutch school! Did… did anyone tell the baby?
My Dutch is shit, but my subconscious speaks fluent guilt
What kind of crazy regime are we living in, where tiny babies start school?
Why did the ex-pat cross the road? GOOD QUESTION
All it took was a light mangling of her leg
“Oh, it’s okay. I NEVER SAID YOUR REAL NAMES.”
Would-be letting agents are insulting me and our school is parading all that we shall miss. It is possible that I’m taking it all a bit personally.
The five year old has found her voice the same week that I’ve lost mine.
It is half term and we are putting Amsterdam before the most ruthless and unforgiving of juries; our children and my mother.
Or, why being a London Wanker is really really hard sometimes